A long silence.
I realize I have nothing to wear except what I had on when I got to her place last night. Oh well. I’ll skip my under ware and put on everything else. It’s a short walk to my place. I have under wear there. I walk out to the patio and I see Denise with a very serious look on her face. I walk up to her, sit down next to her, put an arm around her and ask, “Denise, sweetheart, what’s the matter?”
“Martin, love of my life, now you know a lot about me but far from everything. You know that I own a very successful company. You now know how and where I live. I assume you realize that I have more money than I could ever use. You know that I’m a widow. My husband, Robert was a great man and I loved him dearly. Our individual talents built our company from the ground up. He couldn’t have done it without me, I couldn’t have done it without him. We had great three great kids, two girls and a boy. Our family life was great. Both his relatives and mine truly loved each other and we had a lot of great times with all of them individually and as a large family group. Holidays and vacations, everyone was invited here or flew on our private jet to join us somewhere, anywhere on the planet. The last time was about 3 years ago. I had sent emails to everyone setting a date, asking the entire family to join us on a private island that we had rented to celebrate in the south pacific for our 10th anniversary. Robert, the kids and I were supposed to fly to together to the island to meet the rest of the family. We were all set to go. When the day arrived one of our biggest local clients called us very upset about a shipment of product and he demanded that he see me immediately. I talked to Robert about it. Since he was one of our biggest clients he and I agreed that I should meet with him. We also agreed that he and the kids should take off for the island on time and he would make arrangements to have another private jet ready on stand-by waiting for me when I solved our client’s problem. Robert was always determined to make our family plans a success. As I said, Robert was a great man and a great father.”
Three hours later I left a very happy client and went straight to ABQ International and boarded the plane that Robert had standing by for me. I had the private jet all to myself. After a 10 hour flight the whole family is waiting for me when I landed on the island except my husband and kids are not with them.
I step off the stairs from the plane, on to the ground and ask, “Where is Robert and my babies?”
Robert’s oldest sister steps up to me and says, “You didn’t hear?”
“Hear what?”
Audrey takes me into her arms and says into my ear, “Denise, I’m so sorry. Their plane crashed near San Diego. There were no survivors.”
I fell to my knees and broke into tears.
With tears in my eyes, I said, “Baby say no more. Not only did you lose your family, you feel guilty for not being on their plane. I understand. I can’t imagine your grief or your pain.”
I moved over to her she sat on my lap and I held her close and tight. Her head on my chest. I rained tears into her hair. Hers drenched my chest. We held each other, and cried on each other for a good ½ hour. She finally backs off our hug and asked, “More coffee?
“Yes baby , please”
She came back with 2 cups. Perfectly flavored for both of us.
“Skoll, my love.” I take a sip. “Perfect”, I say.
“Sweety, I listened. Your story , it broke my heart. I can’t imagine your pain, but it’s been a few years”……” As hard as it is, you have to move on.”
Denise responds, “I know. The first six months or so afterward I climbed into a shell. Soon after that I went to the other extreme, I joined a swingers club as a single female.” I joined that club because I thought if I took cock and pussy in every way imaginable. I thought swallowing gallons of cum, taking dozens of cocks in my pussy and ass, licking men’s and women’s ass, sucking cum from asses and pussies, eating a lot of pussy, maybe my grief and guilt would fade away.
“Baby, You don’t ……….’
“Martin, you have surrendered your heart to me. I need to get this off my chest. I need to reveal myself to you. I need to know that when I’m done telling my stories, you will still love me.”
Denise continues. “ At first I thought I was in heaven. Every one of my sexual fantasies were being satisfied. I felt wanted and appreciated, I felt like a beautiful, wanted woman. sometimes on a daily basis. I was so eager and I encouraged everything and everyone every time I went to the club.
“There were guys with really great cocks, and ladies …… never mind, I think you get the picture.
I reply, “I do. If I didn’t understand the circumstances, my dick would be hard.
“That’s not why I I tell this story.”
“I know baby, I’m sorry, go on.”
Denise continues, “I stayed in the club for almost two years after losing my family, I left the swingers club because I finally realized despite the greatest sex of my life, it started becoming routine, I still felt empty. I’m not sorry but being everyone’s slut, it really was a lot of fun but, my heart was still empty, I wanted, I needed to love someone again. I wanted to be one man’s slut., the man I loved, the man who loved me. That thought became my heartfelt goal.”
‘Thankfully my in-laws started contacting me. They were inviting me to get-togethers at their places. They were located all over the country. That didn’t matter much as I had a private jet at my beck and call and the family knew that. The first few years I graciously rejected their offers. One day Robert’s niece, Toni, who was by far my favorite distended family member who lived in San Diego called and begged me to come to the next family get together. At first I resisted but Toni broke into tears telling me that she missed me and loved me so much and reminded me that she was only a one hour flight away, she begged me to come. I came to tears, I couldn’t say no.”
“The last time I saw Toni a little more than two years ago. Toni she was a very pretty, 4 foot 6 inch, 16 year old little girl. Always happy and smiling like any other 16 year old would be. Robert being of Sicilian heritage, Toni’s skin was rather dark. That latent gene graced Toni but no one else in his family. Toni was very “clingy”. She loved to hug and loved to be hugged. In my memory, I had never met a sweeter, more loving little girl as Toni. At previous family get-togethers she spent a lot of time in my lap. I loved every minute of it. Her incredibly positive attitude rubbed off on me. Remembering how good she can make me feel how could I say no. Also, in the back of my mind, I knew I needed a shot of positivity. I loved little Toni since the day she was born.
Two weeks later I knock on Audrey’s (Toni’s mom, Robert’s sister) door. When she opened the door the whole family was there, at the door. Everyone gave me hugs. Everyone consoled me. It took 10 minutes to get through everyone. My eyes were teary but, I wasn’t crying. I thanked them all. As the crowd cleared, there was Toni. An innocent smile, so sincere. Her arms at her side, her head down but her eyes looking at me, a tear in one eye, a big smile on her face She ran into my arms and hugged me tightly. At that time, I had no chance to really see her.”
‘ Oh Baby Girl” (my nickname for her since the day she was born). I held her so tightly trying to feed on her positivity.”
“Martin”, Denise says, “Please forgive this long story. I feel better with every word.”
I stand up, give her a quick hug and a deep kiss. “It’s ok. My love for you grows with every word.”
“I’m not done” she says.
“Go on.” I say.
Denise continues. “We break our hug, grab each other’s hands. Toni steps back. There before me stands the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I am speechless…… I see in front of me a 4’9”, olive skinned, fully grown 17 year old woman with DD tits, perfect “hour glass” figure wearing a bikini top and short shorts.”
“Wow, I guess I can’t call you baby girl anymore.”
Toni says” Please do. It makes me feel special when you do.”
Denise continues,” It was so great seeing everyone again. It felt good to feel the love of the family. There was some tearful reminiscing but there was many more laughs and smiles. It was the best thing I had done for myself in a long time. One thing I couldn’t get over was Toni. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. Before I left Toni and I agreed to call each other often, and we did almost daily.
“My first call to her, only 2 weeks after I saw her last first call was on her 18th birthday. I told her how beautiful and sexy she was and being so beautiful and sexy I can only imagine and envy her for all the attention the boys were giving her.”
Denise recalls her reply, “Toni said something like this”
“ AuntDee, no boy was able to satisfy me. If we fucked, he’d cum in two minutes and then run home. If I sucked his cock he’d cum in my month in less than two minutes, then run home. At least I got to eat his load. I love the taste of cum. When sucking cock if I wanted to taste his ass, they’d call me gross and tell me not to call them anymore. Even when I lube my own ass, with their cock in hand I push their dick into my ass they push me off , tell me I’m gross and run home. A few have cum in my ass but when I move his suck his dick afterwards, again they call me gross and run home. AuntDee pardon my French but what the fuck?”
“I watch a lot of porn. It gets me hot. I want to give what I’ve seen. I want what I’ve seen. The only sexual satisfaction I get is from my dildos and other girls. Maybe I’m bi but I know I’m not lesbian. I want to be taken by a cock. Again AuntDee, what the fuck am I doing wrong?”
Denise continues, “I told her that her problem is not her fault. Her problem is the fact that her body matured before all the boys her age, many more years than usual. I told that she needs a man not a boy. I reassured her that there is nothing wrong with her sexual desires but she needs a man that has been where you want to go. I assured her that I have the same desires and have lived out most of them (I’m not going to tell her about my swing club days). Then I told her that she should come visit me and take a break from her stress. It’s summer, no school. I suggested that she come for a few weeks. I called Audrey. She thought it was a great idea. I had my people charter a private jet just for Toni. She flew here the next day.”
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